I think of style, as everyone's style is defined by their own personal taste. I'm definitely not the most sartorially discerning of people, but I definitely pay more attention to fashion and beauty than I did when I was younger.
I often find myself lusting over a pair of shoes, or falling to sleep whilst conjuring up images in my head of potential outfits for the next day. With things like this, I used to have an underlying train of thought, a voice that would scold me for being so shallow and aesthetically obsessed.
I used to cover my walls in pages from fashion magazines when I was a student. But even though I was studying journalism, the idea of going into fashion or beauty journalism was just something I didn't let myself consider. I remember a woman at a make-up counter once telling me I should be a beauty journalist, as I'd get to try out loads of make-up for free. I remember thinking 'but make-up isn't real.'
|Proof that I've always been into fashion|
I no longer believe that people that are into beauty and fashion are shallow or materialistic. Beauty is a gigantic industry. But if it vanished overnight and there was no such thing as make-up, we'd all survive. Loving make-up and clothes, but not relying on them to make you happy, is the key.
Having something that you love that isn't crucial to survival is nothing to be ashamed of. I know I'm capable of being mildly intelligent at times, so I'm quite content to admit that shiny things make me happy on the surface.